can you see what sadness my ebony holds?

Rina’s parents put up with everything she did that they didn’t approve of (smoking, one night stands, skipping school) but her refusal to have an abortion was the final straw before they decided they wanted nothing to do with the girl.

Rina did change her mind; the moment she realized her parents were serious about kicking her out, she said she’d get rid of the baby. They didn’t care.

She believes that had they punished her properly growing up, she wouldn’t ended up with a baby at age 16, abandoned and eventually developing a slight alcohol addiction.

The story of deceiving one's eyes.

Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts

          .and then? does he really think this           neet could do anything about it?           really, there’s nothing this guy could           gain from telling that to someone          who’s as useless as he think he is.

                    『 go find someone else to fight along with you then. 』

          malevolent amusement is all that is offered as the mild sensation of tension flares ‘pon his chest, it was as if a child was throwing a temper tantrum & taking it out on him as a form of extreme anger, frustration, pain, and sorrow. his eyes are narrowed and pernicious, full and wondrous as he gazes upon relentless breath, frigid and astray with magics implored.

           there is a heart that beats fast, full of anticipation beneath his chest, thoughts spurned wildly as he spies the tears falling astray from the face of the deceiver. that’s the face he wanted to see, despite the narrow-minded words being shouted, it was absolutely magnificent. 

                          ❝ if you believe this petty speech will                              make me fear you, or change fate’s                             design at all, then perhaps you need                             to learn a thing or two. ❞

❝ unlike you, i don't to use pety acts of     intimidation to be satisf--! aaaaaaaGGGHHHHHHHH!❜

     pain warps what once was anger into      fear -- it weighs down his tongue with      led, presses needles of panic through      his body, and he kicks with new found      adrenaline that expels the pain with      quick haste with his actions, and      when the pain dulls only enough      for his cries to subside the weight      on his tongue melts...

   ❝  i'm    not   afraid   of   you...     y-you probably think you're     so strong,   n-ne?      well...     you're weak.   all  you  can--     agh...     do is break my arm,      but my b-body isn't what you      should be trying to break...!❜

              he can barely breathe, so he chokes on               his bluffs and pride instead, to compen-               sate for   a i r .  he sputters broken and               empty mockery. (cocky mockery, at that)               he        forges the charade in his words               (from the            pit of his chest that is a               coward) with his liar's             tongue. if               only      his audacious words matched               his dark and                half-lidded eyes.

      ❝ you're... hahh... so petty. at least i can           die knowing i was better at what i did           than you... ❜         he silhouettes himself as red, as bravery,      a       pleasant shade to match his quickly      dimming eyes.